A/N: Okay, here's another chapter. Just so you know I won't be updating everyday, or even very regularly, I just don't have the time with school work. I will try and write them as often as possible. There aren't specific ages in this one, but the Tracys are living on the island and working in International Rescue. I would also just like to say that in my stories Scott does get into trouble too. I'm sure he was very good and responsible but he was still a young man, and he was sure to get up to things sometimes.

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Jeff stood in front of four of his boys. They were lined up, looking apprehensive at his anger. John, who had just called from Thunderbird 5, could barely be seen on the monitor, as he was doubled over in laughter.

Jeff looked over his sons. Scott and Alan were both soaking wet, dripping a mixture of water and flour onto the carpet. Virgil's hair was still a vibrant shade of blue. Gordon, the one who had started it all, was the only one unscathed. A drop of orange paint slid down Jeff's face. How had this started? he thought.

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"GORDON!"

Jeff, who had been snoozing in a lounger by the pool, jerked awake. He opened his eyes just in time to see Gordon streak past him, closely followed by Virgil. There was something different about his middle child...

"Blue hair dye in the shampoo, classic" came a laughing voice from behind Jeff. He turned to see his eldest and youngest emerging from the kitchen. It was Alan who had spoken and he now continued. "Bet you Gordon gets away"

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure" said Scott, "Gordon's fast but Virgil's smart. He'll get him in the end"

"Care to put your money where your mouth is"

"Of course. 20 ok with you?"

"Sure thing" Alan shook Scott's hand.

"Boys" Jeff had just recovered from the blue-hair-dye comment, "You know I don't like you gambling. Particularly on your brothers"

"Oh, dad" Scott smiled, "With Alan it's not gambling, it's an investment"

"Hey" Alan grabbed his brother round the shoulders and shoved him towards the pool. Sudden move that it was, Scott had Air Force training and instinctively grabbed Alan on the way down. They both landed, unceremoniously, in the water. The splash they created soaked Jeff's shoes as he stood up from the lounger.

"Boys!" he started. Scott and Alan, however, who were now trying to dunk eachother under the water, didn't seem to hear him. Jeff sighed. This always happened when there was a long gap between rescues. The boys were very active and being cooped up together on a relatively small island for too long always resulted in mayhem. He supposed he should go and make sure Virgil hadn't really killed his brother.

Leaving Alan and Scott wrestling in the pool he headed down towards the beach, the direction Gordon had been going.

He had just reached the edge of the sand when his second youngest knocked him down. Gordon had been running and looking over his shoulder. He now picked himself off the ground and held out a hand to his father.

"Sorry dad, didn't see you"

Jeff took the offered hand and hauled himself up. His son didn't look any worse for wear which meant he had not yet been caught. It also meant he got no sympathy from Jeff.

"Gordon, did you put hair dye in your brothers' shampoo?"

Gordon looked down at his feet. "I may have done something along those lines. Ah, dad, why are your shoes wet?"

"Don't change the subject" Jeff ran a hand through his hair, "What possessed you to do that? It better not have been permanent dye, or you're in big trouble. As it is, I want you to go to my office and wait for me there. I want to talk to you but I need to find Virgil first. Do you know where he is?"

"I saw him down by the cliffs but I wasn't sticking around" Gordon tried to keep his face impassive. What he hadn't told his father was that he had seen Virgil hiding by one of the rocky outcrops, holding a bucket of what looked like paint. Virgil's intentions were clear and Gordon was pretty sure he would mistake his father for Gordon, thus getting Virgil in equal, if not more, trouble than himself. It was a good plan and, best of all, he shouldn't get in any trouble for it.

Jeff walked down the beach. In his head he was planning a punishment for Gordon. Punishment had become more complicated since they had moved to the island. Jeff was very aware that his sons were no longer little boys to be reprimanded. They had grown into men who had chosen to give up the lives they had to help him in his endeavour. However, in many ways they stayed boys, particularly when they were stuck together. And he had to maintain discipline, if only for his own sanity! But then what was he supposed to do. Grounded someone stuck on an island was a waste of time, besides, as a general rule, Jeff refused to ground his twenty-something-year-old sons. Bans from rescues usually had a good effect, but then a big rescue would start and the ban would have to be lifted.

He was just rounding the corner of a rocky outcrop when-SPLASH! Jeff froze as a tidal wave of orange paint rushed over him. Raising a hand to get the paint out of his eyes brought into view his middle child, holding a bucket, with a look of absolute shock on his face.

"Ah...ah...dad...I didn't know it was you, I thought-" Virgil stuttered.

"Virgil Grissom Tracy!" some paint splattered onto the sand as Jeff shook his head to clear his face, "What do you think you are doing? And don't give me that: I thought it was someone else" as Virgil tried to interrupt, "I know full well you thought I was your brother, but that doesn't make it any better" Jeff stopped and took a deep breath. He mustn't forget he had Gordon to give out to aswell, "Right, Virgil, follow me up to my office. I've got your brother there and we can all discuss this together"

Virgil uttered an unhappy "Yes, sir" and walked behind his father up to the house.

As Jeff arrived on the patio he noticed that Scott and Alan had vacated the pool. Well, he thought, at least he didn't have to worry about them...it was then that he started to notice the noise coming from the kitchen. He stepped inside and almost slipped on the unusually wet floor. He then nearly fell over again at the sight in front of him. His youngest and eldest were standing in the middle of the kitchen, which looked like it had been hit by a bomb. There was flour and water everywhere, slowly forming a sticky cover on all the surfaces. The boys themselves were completely covered, rather resembling white mud men. They had yet to notice their father and were continuing to fire fistfuls of flour at eachother. Gordon was standing at the other doorway laughing his head off. Virgil emitted a loud snort but a look from his father silenced him. That was when everyone else noticed Jeff's presence.

Gordon stopped laughing abruptly and swiftly disappeared in the direction of the office. Scott and Alan froze, not daring to laugh at the paint running down their father's face. Jeff had started taking deep breaths to stop himself from murdering everyone of his sons, minus John, who wouldn't, and currently couldn't, be involved. The breathing wasn't helping. It was just giving him time to think, not a good thing.

"Boys" his voice was very low and each of them looked a little more worried, "Go into my office, now!"

The three walked unhappily in front of their father into the office. They joined Gordon and lined up in front of the desk. This wasn't the first time.

Jeff, who had stayed standing aswell, had just opened his mouth when a light started blinking, accompanied by a soft beeping noise. Jeff flicked a switch and said "Go ahead John"

John's face appeared on the screen next to the desk. He was just about to speak when he saw his brothers, lined up, each sporting his new appearance, expect of course Gordon. He also noticed his father's make-over. John didn't manage to get a word out as he immediately started laughing, soon almost disappearing from view.

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Jeff sighed and came back to the present. He now had to deal with his four trouble makers. He turned away from John and held up a hand as the boys began a garbled explanation come excuse. He then began to speak himself.

"Boys, I don't care who started it, who's fault it was, or what excuses you've come up with. I know you're frustrated stuck here with something to do, but this happens everytime, and I won't allow it. Each of you will be punished. Scott, Alan, go it to the kitchen and clean up every bit of that mess, then clean up yourselves. I will be in to inspect it in an hour and I expect military precision. Virgil, go and wash out that dye. You will then do a stock take of all the supplies in the medical bay. All the supplies, Virgil. I'll be in to see that in an hour aswell. Gordon, you aren't in need of cleaning yourself but you did start all this so you will go and clean each of the Thunderbirds, thoroughly. I will see you in about four hours" Jeff then let his grumbling sons march out the door. Once more running a hand through his hair, and receiving a handful of quickly drying paint, he turned to his second eldest.

He tiredly sat down in front of the screen. "John, have I told you lately how much I love my nice, quiet son?"

John, who had composed himself and was dutifully refraining from laughing at the caked paint, let out a chuckle. "You only say that because I'm not there to give you grey hairs. But don't worry, I'm sure the boys will be to tired out to do much when they've finished working"

"Mmm" Jeff half heartedly agreed. "Maybe, but still please tell me you're calling because there's a rescue coming up" Jeff felt guilty for hoping for a disaster, but IR wouldn't be able to help anyone if he went mad!

"That actually is why I'm calling" John stated, "I wanted to give you the heads up. There's a hurricane heading for the west coast of America. We're nearly guaranteed a call-out"

"Oh thank god" was all Jeff said before signing of and going in search of a long hot shower.

A/N: So what do you think of this one? I know that this is supposed to be on the island but there are no other characters but to be honest I'm only really able to write about the boys and Jeff so we'll say everyone else was on shore leave, or something. This took longer then I expected to write which is why it's so late. I still can't guarantee another will be up quickly though. I've got a lot on so this will be one of those stories I go back to whenever I can.

Again, if anyone has any ideas for stories, they'd be much appreciated, I haven't got a clue what to write next. I think that's all (or at least enough), see ya. ;-)